This is the eighth sticker? Wait, that must mean...
.... I am eight months old today!
I'll raise an elephant to that! Hooray!
Oh, okay. I will sit still for one good picture so I can get off this chair and go play with Twizzle.
Over the past week and a half I have figured out something monumental. I no longer have to stay in one spot. I can move across the floor of my own volition!
This means I can crawl across the room, lick the walls, harass Twizzle,
stick my fingers in those electrical outlets and pull over music stands while trapped inside Oboe gig bags.
Watch out world! Secure your valuables and breakables and prepare to rescue me from all sorts of predicaments! I am a crawling baby!
I got to do something very special this morning. I went ice skating with dad for the first time!
The penguin on my shirt is also skating.
I actually skated for real. In socks.
We even did a press lift! Mom wasn't as enthusiastic about it as I thought she would be.
On the way home I heard the story of how that was the rink where mom and dad met. Sounds both romantic and cold, but I love that story now.
Well, I am officially seven months old today.
I know, I know, I have so much hair for my age. Mom tells me not to be vain about it. She tells me to just focus on getting older, stronger, and wiser. Well, I am another month older, stronger and wiser today… but I still have fabulous hair.
I popped out another tooth.
It was as easy as swinging in the sunshine on a summer afternoon.
According to Aunt E, my personal dental hygienist, I am going to have to think of 18 more similes….
The week leading up to my six month birthday, I had this pain in my mouth. It made me drool a lot and bite everything. Then, on the morning of my six month birthday, mom yelped when I chomped down on her finger. Apparently I had sprouted something in my gums called a tooth.
I have a tooth but I refuse to let mom photgraph it.
I was really happy to finally be over the whole painful ordeal and long sleepless nights.
Painful gums were getting in the way of my beauty rest.
Then I realized it was only the first of many. Sigh.
Wait. Humans have how many teeth?
So stay tuned. I think I feel another tooth sprouting in my poor helpless gums.
How is it possible that I am six months old already?
Mom says there are still six more stickers left in the package.
She also says that when I wear the the last sticker there will be cake involved. I think I can handle that.
I am another month older.
Notice a common theme in this obligatory photo shoot?
Five months old, sitting up and giggling.
You are right! Smiles! Lots of five month old smiles. Eat your heart out.
I decided to start doing some new things.
Sitting up on my own.*
Chewing on my own feet.
* I can actually only get into position with help, and I can only remain upright for about 15 seconds. But other than that, I can totally sit up on my own.
Four Months Old.
Today I am four months old, which means it is time to get propped up in a chair with a sticker on my chest.
They always stick elephants next to me, and unluckily for them, I have discovered that said elephants are quite tasty.
